My prediction is that the world ends two years early just to make those 2012'ers look like pricks. Well, not really, but it would be funny... in a wierd ironic post-modern kind of way.

Either way, I'm hoping to get into Uni this year. I've managed to stave it off by staying at college an additional three years to do music. I want to do this course. I'm debating whether or not I should actually learn to drive this year, because insurance etc. often costs more than the car itself. I suppose I could get a motor bike, but I can't exactly transport guitars and amps on a bike. In other news, I found the guitar and amp of my dreams... except they cost a combined £2326.24

Sling wrote:I'm debating whether or not I should actually learn to drive this year, because insurance etc. often costs more than the car itself. I suppose I could get a motor bike, but I can't exactly transport guitars and amps on a bike.

Same issue here. A bike requires shorter timespan and cost to get on the road legally, but the street cred for having a bike really doesn't make up for lack of space + the fact that you need a drivers license to get into apprenticeship's (and a lot of other jobs). On the other hand, there's nobody with a license I can throw in the car with me to get my hours up and fuck spending $3000+ on lessons. Australia's road rules suck.

I predict this year being much like the last, by this time next year if you ask how it was my reply will be "Eh, nothing special", but if you systematically forced yourself to remember everything you did, the actual events and achievements rather than how you 'feel' about the year in general, odds are a lot of shit actually happened.

Black-Cat wrote:Only the ones with egos made of steel can withstand the scourge of emotional deterioration often referred to as "having no life".

I suppose I could relate the tale of how I had to spend over an hour walking to a gig I had to play at some shitty pub, becuase the bus driver misinformed me. The fun thing being, some cunt from my course who I absolutely loathe was on that same bus and ended up walked with me.

So, as part of my music course, we have to play gigs at this really shitty pub called The Tap. It doesn't really help that this pub is in Sandown (the bus services to and from there are really infrequent). I finish for the day, but have a few hours until I need to be there, so I decide to get the number 3 bus as it goes the long long LONG way (it goes through two other towns and takes about an hour to get to Sandown). Of course, as aforementioned, someone from my course whom I cannot stand to be in the same room as gets on the same bus. Luckily he didn't say anything on the bus. However, when the bus gets to Shanklin, the bus driver tells me that the bus doesn't go near where we need to go and tells me to quickly get off the bus and get on the number 2 bus which is just ahead (they both stop for awhile in Shanklin for some reason). Shitface follows me. As I am walking towards the other bus, it speeds off and then the other bus drives off, leaving me stranded with someone who looks like Colonel Herzog from Dead Snow and is such an insecure loser that they feel it neccessary to psychologically project every single fault and failing of their's onto anyone they come across. This is someone with no friends, who is really sloppy at playing guitar, who never practices anything, who is really unhealthy and unhygienic and everybody hates him. I could probably write a good paragraph or two and just how big of a loser this kid is. Also, he constantly brags the fact he has a girlfriend (as if this somehow magically negates all of his shortcomings), despite the fact she is ugly and he has admitted that he never gets any sex. Either way, so I'm stuck with this loser, and the next bus isn't for another fucking hour, so I have to walk, with this cunt trailing behind me, constantly complaining about the cold and that he is exhausted. Hilarity ensued when I kept mistaking where we were becuase a) it was dark and b) everything on the Isle of Wight looks the fucking same. After about an hour, I got the both of us to Sandown, only to see a bus with a load of my fellow college students on go whizzing past (it wasn't coming from Shanklin though). After about 10 or so minutes wandering though Sandown, I found the pub in question. Upon reaching the pub, the first two people I saw was some guy who was bi and some guy who is quite clearly gay (yet frequently denies it). That was the only time I have ever been glad to see two gays in my life.

There are probably a number of other hilarious (mis)adventures of mine I could relate too, but I can;t be bothered to remember them, let alone type them up in a word format.

In this day and age, an era where there are people who actually throw shit at each other, anything, could be possible.

Porter: lets play, truth or dare
Porter: war you first
Porter: truth or dare
WarV: truth???
Porter: ok: the truth:
Porter: YOU SUCK
Porter: HAWHAWHAWHAWHAWHAWHAW
Porter: HSfjksdfhsadf
WarV: That is not how it works.

Occurrence of Something wrote:I predict I'm going to leave again after this post

Why leave, when I can relay yet more hilarious, yet ultimately trivial and meaningless, tales for your entertainment? I haven't even got round to the story where was I nearly abducted... well, I assume it was an attempted abduction, unless of course it was a really half-arsed drive-by that just failed really spectacularly. It's hard to say for certain, but that's another story for another time.

Then there is the time I drank an entire bottle of Sambuca at my mate's 21st, whereupon I was so drunk that I couldn't walk yet somehow managed to climb upstairs, puke violently in the toilet and then pass out, only to awaken the next day in a completely different room on a sofa bed. Surprisingly I had some pretty deep and philosophical discussions that night. Then there was my 21st birthday, where me a and a group of my friends got drunk on rum whilst playing Halo 3 and smoking Cuban cigars, then proceeding to have an argument with some people in a different street from my back garden. Another good time, was the other week when I was playing GTA IV round my neighbour's house, smoking some more Cuban cigars and drinking Black Russian's.

In this day and age, an era where there are people who actually throw shit at each other, anything, could be possible.

Britain has just been hit by a snow storm. Where I live, the roads completely iced over in less than an hour. On the bus back from college, the bus hit a motorcyclist who slid into the path of the bus, so we had to wait around for the medics to arrive and for the police to move the motorbike. After about an hour, we were moving again, but it took us an hour just to travel 2-3 miles. So, a bunch of people on my course and I just got off the bus and walked the remaining 5 miles back to our town. The roads had beomce so icy that vehicles trying to go up hills ended up going backwards and vehicles going down them either kept sliding into the side of the road or spinning out of control and crashing into ditches. We stopped to help two such cars along the way. By the time I got home I looked like a walking snowman, I was caked with that much snow. Needless to say, college was cancelled today... and probably will be tomorrow as well. Apparently, this snow is meant to keep up for the 10 days, which begs the question, "Why don't we have snow ploughs etc.?"

In this day and age, an era where there are people who actually throw shit at each other, anything, could be possible.